March ahead, move on.
Prods the practical mind, forlorn.
But the heart has its own reason.
Cajoles, stay behind, do not be a party to treason.
Dilemma flanked on either side.
In whom shall I confide?
My soul is in fragments: torn
My body is bruised and shorn.
Move on : its the need of the hour.
Unaccompanied feelings of sour.
The skeletons of the past haunt.
Let not the shadows daunt.
Jettison the excess baggage.
Drown the ghosts of fears in the barrage.
Harnessing the energies towards a bright life
Nipping the internal turmoil and strife.
Crossover to the greener pasture
and to a brighter future.
For we all have only one life:
Live life to the fullest.
For :.Poets United